“Why don’t you commit suicide?”

When Wakas said this, it didn’t mean he had the upper hand. On the contrary, it was a signal of his surrender.

In the deathmatch arena, suicide was an option. Once someone committed suicide, the deathmatch would end, and the chip restrictions would activate again, making it impossible for Wakas to revive his body.

As long as Asho left a complete corpse, the medical artisans could use sorcery spirits to communicate with the Virtual Realm and pull his soul out of the mist and back into his body.

When Asho dodged his first earth-shattering miracle, Wakas had already lost. The following attacks were just a desperate struggle with a glimmer of hope. Even if he won this deathmatch, he couldn’t fulfill his mission to completely kill Asho Heath.

Compared to failing his mission, this scene before him was even more frustrating for Wakas.

There was nothing more frustrating than watching a genius rise. If there was, it was being the stepping stone for that genius.

Even though Wakas was a middle-aged elf over a hundred years old, he was still upset by this operation. Why was it him? There were so many unlucky people in the world.

To be honest, Wakas was on the verge of a breakdown, so he directly gave the answer to Asho, hoping he would end this nightmare quickly.

“Why commit suicide? I haven’t lost yet.”

“Do you think you have a chance to defeat me?” Wakas laughed in anger. “Oh, yes. In a thousand years, the bards will sing of your glorious deeds on the streets. ‘Asho Heath, who had never learned swordsmanship, fought against an ignorant elf swordsman in a battle and miraculously defeated him, starting his brilliant undefeated life.’ “

“Ah, kind Mr. Asho, humble Wakas begs you to mention my name in your future autobiography, so that I can be a clown and stink for thousands of years. How about it?”

“So, Wakas, when are you going to write a book?”

Asho struggled to lift his left hand and wiped away the blood flowing down his forehead. He didn’t want the blood to stick to his eyelashes and affect his vision. He still had a smile on his face.

“I just have a reason to defeat you.”

“What reason?”

“I want to ask you if Xilin Dor sent you to kill me and if my imprisonment was part of a conspiracy.”

Wakas lightly flicked the sword body, flicking away the blood stains on it.

“What does that have to do with you winning against me?”

“If I didn’t win against you, would you answer me?”

“Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t. And even if I did answer, could you tell if it was true or false?”

“I asked someone else the same question just now.” Asho deeply exhaled a breath. “He asked me to solve a puzzle for him. I said, if I lied, could you tell? He said he could.”

“So can you?”

“No, I can’t. But I thought, the answer I get after beating you up is closer to the truth than the answer I get just by asking you, right?”

“It’s been a long time since I heard such a pure reason since I left the orphanage.”

Wakas grinned, showing a ferocious color for the first time since entering the room. “But if you don’t commit suicide, you really might die.”

“Then it depends on whose sword is faster, yours or mine.”

“Kill you before you commit suicide? Interesting. I accept this challenge.”

“Ah, that’s not what I meant…”

Asho gripped the sword handle tightly, his muscles tense.”After all, I don’t plan to retire here. If even you, a stepping stone, can’t be crossed, then what qualifications do I have to leave this prison?”

“Arrogant!”

The already cracked earth shattered again, and the invisible sword energy was depicted by debris into a fierce outline, like a giant sword stabbing towards Asho from the ground!

Asho didn’t even blink, trying his best to avoid the sword energy and the flying stones that were crumbling, constantly delaying the fight time, absorbing swordsmanship experience as much as possible!

Sword Girl’s swordsmanship experience was not to be underestimated. At the beginning, Asho couldn’t even see Wakas’s sword, but now he could predict Wakas’s sword route from his shoulder. He may not really be good at using a sword, but at least he was proficient in dodging swords.

He wasn’t just looking for death. He really had confidence in defeating Wakas.

With Sword Girl’s swordsmanship experience, the Miracle of Mountain Crumbling was no longer an unsolvable mist. On the contrary, in the situation where Wakas couldn’t use his full strength, a faint flaw was revealed in the Mountain Crumbling, which could be exploited!

Just like the last big question in the math exam, Asho suddenly discovered a magical auxiliary line. He felt that he had a chance to conquer this difficult problem!

Give Asho a little more time, and he felt that he could even find the flaws in the attack surface of Mountain Crumbling and kill Wakas through the gap!

As long as he was given a little more time–

Boom!

Asho groaned, and the artificing in his mind once again circulated with a cool breath, forcibly suppressing the severe pain feedback from his thigh, and barely avoiding the Mountain Crumbling!

He glanced at his thigh with the corner of his eye, and then his gaze dared not look down again.

“Your growth rate is indeed admirable, but unfortunately, you are tired.”

Wakas’s tone couldn’t suppress his regret, “You have been bleeding since the beginning, and after such a fierce battle, you have bled too much. Your brain is starting to lack oxygen, and your physical strength is declining. Therefore, you are getting slower and slower, even if you can suppress the pain and continue to fight, your body can no longer fight. I cut a piece of flesh from your thigh, plus the blood you have lost before, it is already beyond my expectations that you have not gone into shock immediately.”

“Do you know why I am telling you so much? Because the longer time drags on, the more physical strength you lose. Now your sword can no longer be faster than mine. Before you commit suicide, my sword will crush your remains first.”

“Thank you, Asho. Sorry, Asho.”

After speaking, Wakas rushed forward and swung his sword. The fierce sword energy once again broke open the ground, causing the Mountain Crumbling!

Is this the extent of my capacity…

Asho sighed in his heart.

Even before Igura told him about Wakas’s intelligence, Asho had anticipated the danger of this deathmatch. After all, without any grievances, why would someone challenge him, a new pig that had only fought one deathmatch?

A strange colleague suddenly puts on small shoes for you, it must be because of conflicting interests.

Then why did Asho accept the deathmatch?

You know, even before entering the arena, Asho could directly refuse. Others couldn’t even curse or despise him, but Asho had this freedom.

But Asho didn’t want to retreat.

First of all, he needed an opponent to digest the swordsmanship experience shared by Sword Girl, and there was no place more suitable for getting beaten than the dangerous and safe place of the deathmatch arena.

Secondly, you can’t hide forever. Even if Asho refused this deathmatch, there would be other troubles finding him sooner or later.The most important thing was, as he had said himself, he was a man who wanted to escape from prison. If he couldn’t even get past Wakas, a stepping stone, then what kind of prison could he escape from? He might as well just lie down and retire!

However, in life, there weren’t that many miracles, and even if there were, they were someone else’s miracles…

Just as Asho was about to swing his sword and slit his throat, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the audience.

It was Sword Girl.

“If it hurts, just think of yourself as someone else, then it won’t hurt.”

At that moment, Asho felt as if a piece of ice had melted in his mind. His Artificing was running wild, but it was tightly bound by an invisible cage, unable to touch reality!

Artificing could be locked, but knowledge couldn’t be. Even if their hands and feet were tied, they would still grow wings and fly.

The long-silent Sorcery Spirit suddenly began to dance in Asho’s consciousness.

Without any hesitation, Asho didn’t dodge or retreat, choosing to wield his long sword and charge towards Wakas!

“It’s over.”

Wakas watched as ‘Asho’ was engulfed by the powerful sword aura, and couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy. As a Swordsman, he had never seen a more talented sword apprentice than Asho in his more than a hundred years of experience.

If it were a different time, a different place, a different identity, Wakas felt that even if he were to be a stepping stone… it might not be impossible…

Nothing was more painful than watching a genius rise with one’s own eyes, and nothing was more exciting than watching a genius rise up close.

With a sound like a bubble bursting, Wakas suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked closely and saw that ‘Asho’ had disappeared under the impact of the sword aura, not even leaving any flesh and blood behind—

It was a Substitute Illusion!

“It’s over!”

Wakas turned his head slightly, only to find that in the blind spot of his vision, the ground had been lifted up by large amounts of dust and debris due to his powerful sword strike, enough to conceal the charge of a severely injured person!

As Wakas’ sword fell to the ground, Asho’s sword also pierced the former’s throat.

The unsharpened blade went through the throat!

Ding, ding, ding!

“The winner has been decided, the winner is Asho Heath!”